Old Aarons wither'd Rod grow fresh and greene;

And also viewed (by the selfe-same Eyes)

Him, whom that Rod, most rightly typifies,

Fall by a shamefull Death, and rise, in spight

Of Death, and Shame, unto the glorioust height.

Ev'n I, beleeve my Hope shall bee possest,

And, therefore, (ev'n in Death) in Hope I'le rest.


True Vertue, whatsoere betides,
In all extreames, unmoov'd abides.